*Authors Note* Hey everyone, this is my first story written on fanfiction. I really believe in canon pairings and Ginny is the only one for Harry in my eyes. This story is going to be about a bond formed between Harry and Ginny in the Chamber of secrets. The bond does not strengthen until after the War against You-Know-Who, oh fine, Voldemort, is over. Anyway, let's get on with the show! *Close Authors Note*

Harry Potter and the Bond after the War

The adrenaline that kept Harry going on for the the past few days was starting to wear off. Now all he felt was the need to sleep. He needed a bed, or maybe he didn't. Why couldn't he just lie down and go to sleep on the floor? Because I don't want to be bombarded questions from the reporters. He thought.

He mindlessly walked down from the Headmaster's office, no Headmisstres's office now. He went down the hallways he had memorized and ended up in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. She took one look at Harry and started tearing up.

"I'm sorry but I don't have the password, I wa-," Harry was cut of from his sentence by the Fat Lady's words.

"No dear, you don't need a password of course not you just killed the greatest Dark Wizard of all time of course you don't need one!" She practically yelled at him.

The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open allowing Harry to step through. Harry slipped on his Invisibility Cloak so no one in there could see him. It was tough work, the Gryffindor's were partying mad, but Harry managed to slip through them.

He made his way to the boy's dormitory and his heart stopped at what he saw. It wasn't much to anybody else, probably, but the four poster bed looked like gold blocks stacked up against each other. After sleeping in sleeping bags in a tent for almost a year, a bed looked nice by comparison. Harry thought he might knock the bed over with the force he jumped onto it with. As soon as his head touched the pillow he was asleep.

~GreenEyedHarry~

Ginny shifted in her seat at the Great hall to get a better position to cry at on her mother's shoulder. Fred was gone, she thought, gone, he'll never come back. Ginny didn't want to believe it. Maybe if she thought hard enough Fred would come back and say it was another one of his pranks. But Ginny didn't take it half as bad as George did himself. George's grief seemed to be beyond tears. And he lay on the ground, hands on his knees, muttering to himself. Whenever anyone came near him he said. "Fred, is that you!?"

Ginny felt bad for him. And felt hatred for the Death Eaters that did this. She wanted to torture them slowly. Azkaban was too light of a sentence for them. She looked into her mother's eyes and attempted to see what lay in them. Grief? Hatred? Both? She wanted someone to tell her it was just all a joke. And that she would wake up bake in her four poster in the dormitory. But that didn't happen.

If anything, she wanted Harry to come and comfort her. That was the only thing that would comfort her. But she knew Harry didn't want her anymore. Why else would he be gone so long. She escaped from her mother's grip and walked to the Gryffindor common room. She was going to find Harry.